on this tues.day

tacos.
frowns.
potential rain.
hoody.flip flops.

lately i feel something in the air. im leaving, she said with a frown and a taco, im off to bigger and wider open spaces without traces of these places to deface the race im in, to reach the goal ive been given, while fumbling thru the state im in of state of statutory stateness, with no purpose, no driven, no given, no living.
potential rain as the flip flops soak with the disease saturated fluids sputtering up with each unwanted step.
but not today.
today the air is crisp with hoodies covering revealing body parts that only i know are there. the air is thin with slight wasps of breathe entering through a thoroughtly congested nose. and momentary flashes of her lips, her hips, all transforming this cold office desk into the bed i know so well, its length, position of headboard easily within reach while we ride. while we sail. with the click click of my fingers as they tap tap tap at the machine. the presence of dilusion in my system. diluting the sickness, the weakness, destroying the clog that interrupts my void i find quite comforting.
the film strip plays again and again. in her head. on my bed. a book i read somewhere once said that whats said between lovers while lying in bed first starts in the head then reaches the tireless endless roads they tread keeping up with the jones's yet keeping her fed all the while off in a distance the soft subtle sounds of pleasure forging ahead to make way for the misery that came when she bled.
and of her i've shed.

for now simplicity remains and the remains of this corpse are one in which the fluids in the body have beed extracted, replaced by silicone polymer, and exacted in such a direction in which to inspire new paths, new wraths, and a vastness with trepidation and unbearable excitement.
so long, hello.
these last in my reveries as i cruise, as i am cruising.